And once he got drunk he would grab his bible and preach to my mother and I. I never understood why he was the way. He never went to church or anythin... like that. It was like my mother and I was his congregation. Every day he would call me names like whore and slut cause of the way I dressed. I wasn't a whore at all. I was your normal 17-year-old girl. It just seemed like he hated me. I did my best not to make him angry. He had a very violent temper. Once he slapped the shit out of my mother,. Another time.Saturday afternoon.I was watching TV in my bedroom. I saw rapid movement in the hallway outside my door. The old man had flashed by and into my parent’s bedroom. The old man never moved fast. Ever.“Uh, oh.”The night before I’d gotten the old man’s shotgun out of their bedroom, loaded it, stuck it out the side door, and blasted it into the night toward the backyard. My parents had gone out for the evening. My older brother was at his girlfriend’s house.Not satisfied, I kicked out. Yes, Sir." Quick learner. I like that. Here's one more thing for you to learn. When you talk, I want you to sound like the sissygirl you are. You know, all lispy. Try that again." Y... yeth? Yeth thir?"Leesy laughed at her ridiculous sounding husband. Turk grinned down at him. In a soft, approving voice he said, "Good girl. Now I won't have to hurt you. So let's see that eager mouth opened wide and that nimble tongue sticking out." When Glen haltingly obeyed, Turk observed, "That wasn't. I do like to stretch my ass I proclaim, for 20 years now. Maybe it's time to try a real cock Peter replies while unzipping his pant. He releases his semi hard cock and I notice that it's already as big as mine.Come over here says Peter, I look over at my girlfriend, she says "it's fine, I want to see this too"I slowly move toward Peter, getting down on my knees in front of him, I look up at Peter, suck it he says, don't be shy.I feel my cock getting harder at the thought of sucking his big.